The Lord, the Lord my shepherd is, And so can never I Taste misery. He rests me in green pasture his; By waters still and sweet He guides my feet. He me revives; leads me the way Which righteousness doth take, For his name's sake. Yea, though I should through valleys stray Of death's dark shade, I will No whit fear ill. For thou, dear Lord, thou me besett'st; Thy rod and thy staff be To comfort me. Before me thou a table sett'st, Even when foe's envious eye Doth it espy. With oil thou dost anoint my head, And so my cup dost fill That it doth spill. Thus, thus, shall all my days be fed; This mercy is so sure It shall endure, And long, yea long, abide I shall There where the Lord of all Doth hold his hall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE |